Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Brunei and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing John Foxx to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
CMW,
Tim Buckley,
Bad Manners,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
Black Moon,
Moss Icon,
Davy DMX,
Bill Near,
Gichy Dan,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Remains,
Hasil Adkins,
Neu!,
Television Personalities,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Whodini,
Pantytec,
The Gladiators,
D'Angelo,
Jerry's Kids,
Juan Atkins,
Sun City Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacques Brel,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker,
Harry Pussy,
Connie Case,
Japan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ten City,
The Cowsills,
Radiohead,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Marmalade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Little Man,
Monolake,
Funky Four + One,
Nils Olav,
The Beau Brummels,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultravox,
Lalann,
Aloha Tigers,
The Modern Lovers,
Archie Shepp,
Motorama,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.